I'm interrupting this dormant dog-blog to write about my entry into the world of children's literature - there will still be the occasional mention of my erstwhile doggie companion who is still a pup in spirit, if not in size.

11 Mar 2012

A doggie ghost story!

Went to dinner a few nights ago
at GQ’s where a lovely Scottish couple were also in attendance. We’d met the
couple on another occasion at GQ’s and instantly hit it off because we all love
a great story. And they are full of them!

Do you have a doggie ghost story to share?

Anyway, it turns out that the
Scots have recently bought a house which was previously owned by an old man
called Mr Talbot. Now Mr Talbot is no longer of this world but his presence, it
seems - remains.

First, Scottish Bloke swore he
heard heavy breathing in bed one night – and it wasn’t his wife. He ordered her
to stop breathing while they listened. She didn’t hear the heavy breathing and
was sceptical – to say the least.

Later, however, she was in bed
alone and also heard the breathing.

They inspected inside the
ceiling, etc but found no rational explanation.

Then Scottish Babe (who is
actually pushing 50 and a grandma but wears hot pink and mini-skirts with
aplomb) was home alone when she discovered a polystyrene box filled with
meals-on-wheels meals in the backyard. The box was addressed to Mr Talbot. When
she rang up meals-on-wheels to enquire they told her Mr Talbot had made the
order. This happened to be on the one-year anniversary of his death.

A short time later, again in the
backyard, SB was sitting outside with their own beloved dog Hector – a blue
heeler they rescued from the pound. They were sitting there when an old man
followed by a black and white dog strolled across the backyard. Both SB and
Hector followed the pair with their eyes and then they both got up to
investigate. But the dog and his owner literally disappeared in the bushes.

All this is kind of spooky. The
funniest part though, is that SB has the meals-on-wheels stored in the freezer.
Guess, you never know when you might feel a bit peckish. But I can just imagine
her sitting down to some reheated Chicken Cacciatore, alone in her kitchen, and
feeling the hot gust of someone breathing down her neck...